“Now, Barney,” he cried, “send her up!”
Barney needed no second command.
The airship sprang into the air. She was as steady once more as a humming top.
Over the fir forest she sped. It was hardly ten minutes before the Esquimau village was in sight.
The natives at sight of the airship seemed imbued with terror.
They retreated with dismay into their bough huts.
Frank allowed the airship to descend right on the verge of the settlement. Then he picked up the shivering wretch on the deck and hurled him over the rail.
“Go tell your chief I want to see him,” he said.
In a few moments the Esquimau chief sullenly appeared.
As he stood with folded arms by his bough hut Frank addressed him: